Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, of these niggas shouldn't be next to us
We keep our distance those, those acting like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is
Ya wig'll get told, put the niggas
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and
Streets watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya shot down
Straight to the top now, want a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the mask on I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the and here's a extra slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster than me a eighth
Or yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate
Burning ya faith, all senses in tape
Fuckin' with boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You running to the saying: How we do?
Saying it's just rap and them lines true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or trois
girl need a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, praise to Allah
Get blazed in my car,

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock from rock bottom
Sparked the flames, still remain as a top
I ain't no backpack rapper, I no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya then
Cold with it, Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the girlies love us, get a of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing at us
Holding boulders champ you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run cats, nine double O five nine -
my family at
Pull up in [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the handyman
And to be not with all this rapping politickin'
competition, wrapped up my position
'Til I'm finished, 'Til I a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on islands with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a threat birth
The rap game's when I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Air's
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, most wanted
My chargers? Killing MC's warning
Rock!

3: Ab Soul]
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny
In New York City with Puffy, the sticky
All eyes against me, still the score
why I'm always OT on tour
TDE, me we want war
I don't even know what piece I most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, the difference?
We all die one day until then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I ain't gon'
Still like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna the coffin, Ah
And these are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I it's just a balance we battle naturally
And y'all still off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Soul brother number 2
The first one used to make beats for CL
Top got the but the CL smooth
And rolling weed is the time I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Isaiah
Ay, I I found my second home
Sunny California and it's ya nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's they told me
So I never looked back, I got a in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we in the path
propellers I tell her, tell her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just shining and they gon' find us
Brought to the beach and we left with ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in I'm a hecklin' menace
is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' my business
He a regular victim, us in women
Uh, regular niggas, you always to sluts
You always wasting my time, you always faking the
I'm put ya muthafuckin' in ya face
You lookin' for some women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap better than me, you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you under looked
You ain't overbooked, you under cooked
It's supposed to be me and my in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself fresh as fuck